Hey, Crazy - remember this one?
I see babies cry, I watch them throw Up all over the walls, and down it goes And I think to myself What a blunderful world...
(No defamation meant towards Louis Armstrong, whose music I love dearly.)
I miss smelly Flutophones; the lumpy, misshapen handball that GATE kids always got studk with at recess; picking up the filthy gray volleyballs that kids used for socco when they flew over the balance beam and down to the spider/jungle gym thing and drop-kicking them over the fence so the yard snooties would have to retrieve them; volunteering to help in the library so I could get out of math; and Twister in a certain teacher's classroom on rainy days. |